Ghost Crone truly deserved her reputation as a third-level Divine Power Realm expert. With her mastery of Exceptional Realm divine power application, even Mu Li and the other two, armed with divine iron spears, could not withstand her might.
Elder Hou, who had long been itching for a fight, finally made his move!
Xin Diga gave a muffled snort in his heart. So what if they have divine iron spears?
"Those external tools may give you a few more scraps of strength to struggle with, but in the end, you will still fall at my hands!"
In Xin Diga's eyes, he still had an enormous chance of victory.
Even if that Hou fellow also wielded a divine iron spear and could hold off Ghost Crone, he absolutely could not withstand both Ghost Crone and Xin Diga together!
He had already changed his battle plan!
He was prepared—once Ghost Crone proved unable to overcome her opponent, he would immediately step in and join her in suppressing Elder Hou.
Even if they could not defeat him, they would certainly be able to hold him back.
Then, it would be time for the nearly sixty members of the Diga Tribe to display their might!
Although the Diga Tribe would surely suffer losses that way, victory would still belong to the Diga Tribe.
And once they wiped out the Black Mountain Tribe, everything the Black Mountain Tribe possessed would fall into Xin Diga's hands.
That included the divine iron spears in their hands, as well as their civilization!
When that time came, his Diga Tribe would use this to soar into the heavens in a single leap!
He could already see the day the Diga Tribe transformed into a clan!
He had even thought of the name already—Xin Clan!
Looking at it this way,